The Unicorn Challenge.
A magical new weekly writing opportunity from her – Jenne Gray – and me.
Visit her blog every Friday to see the photo prompt, and post your amazing story in her comments section.
Or on your own blog, and stick the link down in her comments.
The rules are:
Maximum of 250 words.
Based on photo prompt.
That’s it.
To hear me read my story, just click here:
Beach Band
They practice each evening on the beach.
There are five of them, three guitars, keyboards and drums.
They run power leads from the nearby Sailing Club, and play to the blue sky and the sea.
There are no vocals except occasionally when a girl singer joins them.
She’s a pretty lady, and not a bad singer, on a par with the rest of the group.
But one instrument continually overpowers the others.
Okay, I can’t claim to be an expert in music, but the imbalance begins to irritate me.
Eventually it gets so bad that I no longer pause to listen.
Then, one day as I pass, they sound different.
More controlled, more together.
I stop, and see that there are only four of them.
I smile and move on.
Then I see a poster saying Missing, above the photo of a young man.
The next evening I walk down to the beach.
I speak to the four musicians, and ask about the one who’s no longer there.
They shrug, eyes worried.
No one knows anything, he just disappeared.
I laugh inside because, of course, I already know the answer to my question.
You’re much better now, I tell them. Get the girl back regularly, and you could go places.
Like I said, I can’t claim to be an expert in music, but I know what I like.
I really don’t like a drummer with an ego.
And I don’t like to be irritated.
So, y’know…
The sound of the young man banging on the drums reminds me of someone obnoxiously talking. They never make any sense, but nonsense.
I could listen to your storytelling over and over. Your voice is so relaxing! Great story! Thanks!
You’re very kind, Heidi, thank you.
Maybe you’d like to join in and submit your own story this week?
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Well, what can you do if they just don’t listen?
Mwahahahaha!
It’s not like he was a musician, he was a drummer!
Anything’s better than a drum solo!
Except for cowbells (see Clark’s comment)
Ooh, that’s a great one… but for that drummer – not good!
Glad you enjoyed, Chris!
Less ego now ‘es gone! Nice one, CE!
*thanks for your comment on mine, I found it in the Spam tin!
Percussion, concussion, end of discussion!
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“More cowbell!”
Less percussion!
Oh dear, beware the quiet man.
I fear the poor guy may be drumming with the fishes…
Wait – do fish have ears?
cool story.
Some fsh don’t even have an eye!
Oooh, what a great story.
Thank you, glad you enjoyed.
I think that your protag is what is commonly referred to as a producer. hehehe
There’s nothing worse than a too-pushy drummer!